Side Book Novels & Stories

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

She was later introduced to me as Dorothy Foster. She busied herself preparing dinner while Melissa helped me carry my suitcase to the guest room. The room was small but clean and tidy. Even the bedding gave off the fresh scent of sunshine. "Rest for a while. Dinner will be ready soon," Melissa said gently as she set down my suitcase. I nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the snowflakes drifting outside the window. I felt an unprecedented sense of calm and peace. Perhaps this was what home felt like.

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

Please. This isn’t real. This is a nightmare. It has to be a nightmare. ________ Gabriella I’m sitting beside Sareena, watching her facial expressions as she undergoes her sound therapy treatment. It must be working, because I can already see changes. She looks tense, irritated and even a little angry. I glance at her heart monitor and notice it’s a little elevated. I’m no doctor, but I’ll confirm with one when they come in. I want to take off her headset, but I remember what Damian said. It needs to stay on for a full two hours. Only twenty more minutes.

"Shawn, I'm heading out to pick up some inventory. Keep an eye on the shop for a bit. "And Ms. Hartley from next door should be stopping by to settle her tab. The ledger's in the cabinet beside the counter. Just double-check it when she gets here." I vaguely heard my mother talking near my ear. I mumbled a few sleepy replies before drifting off again. I had been pulling all-nighters for the past few days, finishing my thesis, and I was completely wiped out. I hadn't even made it home. I just stopped by my mother's shop, found a bed in the storage room at the back, and collapsed.

Typical library for sure. ßenlong then walks slowly staying vigilant as he is aware of the guardian of this floor will come out and give them a surprise attack. Alfi looks at his surroundings and he feels familiar with the back of the books arranged on the bookshelves he passed. As he is curious, he gets off from ßenlong and approaches one bookshelf in front of him. He then takes a book with red back. And his prejudice is right. “I... It’s...” He is shivering by looking at the cover of the book.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

Penny had a habit of writing her name and current nickname on the second page of any new book she bought. If Caleb opened the book, he would see her full name. His slender fingertips landed on the edge of the cover, and his gaze fell on the bedside table just as he was about to turn the page. There was something underneath the book. It was a silver item that looked like a man's private parts. Caleb could not help but ponder over its appearance. He frowned, put down the book, and subconsciously straightened his fingertips. He refused to look at the item once more. He turned around and strode out.

“But begging for his forgiveness means accepting that he is remarrying and will be replacing my mother.” Sophia sighed wearily. “Don't you want him to be happy again?” “And what about me?” “Desiree…” “Thanks for the ride.” Desiree abruptly ended the conversation. “I'll see you later.” Desiree stepped out of Sophia's car and walked across the street. She paused, taking a deep breath as she stood in front of the massive building of Rothschild Group of Industries, located in one of the most expensive and industrial areas of the city. With most of its exterior made of glass, this gray building outshone the surrounding structures.